Bil. Peace!
Aur.I ha’ done.[565]
Bil. One word,—take heed!
Aur. I ha’ done.
Enter Mercury with loud music.
Mer. Cyllenian Mercury, the god of ghosts,
From gloomy shades that spread the lower coasts,[566]
Calls four high-famèd Genoan[567] dukes to come, 100
And make this presence their Elysium,
To pass away this high triumphal night
With song and dances, court’s more soft delight.
Aur. Are you god of ghosts? I have a suit pending in hell betwixt me and my conscience; I would fain have thee help me to an advocate.
Bil. Mercury shall be your lawyer, lady.
Aur. Nay, faith, Mercury has too good a face to be a right lawyer.
Pre. Peace, forbear! Mercury presents the mask. 110